Just over a year later, I visited what is now my new church home. God finally brought me to Richfork. Todd and Keith aren’t there, but Michael is- my new pastor. And he’s hilarious. And his heart is bursting with love. And his messages leave you thinking about them hours and even days after church is let out. I have to write about that this morning because I feel so incredibly blessed. No, this doesn’t have to do with eating healthy, detoxifying, or exercise. But this is the most important thing we can do for our bodies and our minds all week is to spend time with our Lord and celebrating Him. He is my refuge and my strength, and without Him, I have nothing. If you don’t truly know this feeling of being loved by the Lord, message me. I’d love to talk with you or pray for you. God bless.
Awesome worship this morning at my church! When I lived in Oklahoma, I was a member of my perfect church. The pastor, the congregation, the music, Awana, my sweet, beloved Sunday school class. It really was perfect. When I moved back to North Carolina, the hardest thing was leaving my church. I remember my first Sunday back, sitting in the back of my parents’ church crying and having to leave early because I missed my old church so much. That was my other family I left behind. As terrified as I was that I would never have that experience again and find a new church home as good as in Oklahoma, I knew God had called me back to North Carolina, and he wouldn’t leave me hanging. I’ve prayed and prayed over the last year for God to bring a new church home into my life. I went to a few churches here and there, but it seemed I was always searching for Todd, my Oklahoma pastor. I was expecting to see Amye on stage singing, and Keith, my neighbor and my Sunday school teacher, playing the guitar. The messages were always worth waking up early on a day off, but I never felt at home.